My boss rolled the TV into the room so we could actually watch live, and the whole ceremony just made me realize that the last six years of Bush did not KILL my deeply-ingrained patriotism, just sent it scurrying into hiding for a while. (And I say six years because for the first two or so, Bush was just an annoying, horrible irritant; it was after the attack on Iraq and followups thereto he became such a grand national embarrassment that for the first time in my life, I was actively distressed at being American.) Now I feel such joy and pride it's almost like I felt the first time I voted for president (Mondale). *sigh*
And I know full well that he's no miracle-worker and he has a long, hard road ahead of him, but I take heart from the NY Times polls that say most Americans are willing to give him time -- and time will heal the wounds Bush inflicted, this I believe.
On the way home a little white car came speeding up beside me as we were getting on the freeway and he put on a burst of speed to get ahead of me, and just as I was about to get annoyed at him cutting me off, I saw his license plate: DOC WHO. Squee!
When I got home I found a horrible cat mess, leading me to ask the imponderable question "Is there anything more disgusting than an incontinent cat?" (TMI, I know, but I'm still kakking a little from the Clorox fumes.)
I'm so happy to have an intelligent, articulate president who understands the words he speaks... it just gives me such a sense of peace right now I'm not going to worry about anything else for now. We'll see how it goes from here, but right now...
I can has happy.